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Rag Doll Part Two (Back From The Grave)

17 Sunday Apr 2016

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In Part One.

My Daughter brought a Rag Doll Home

It was like a little Woollen Chucky.

It tried to Kill Me by laying on My Face while I slept.

But I pulled on the Wool and it unravelled in My Hands

I scooped up all of the Wool

Dug a deep hole in My Back Yard.

And I Buried that Rag Hole Three Feet Deep

 

But in the Morning the Hole was empty

And the Rag Doll was gone

My Daughter Cindy had named that Evil Doll Ragamuffin.

 

Cindy couldn’t find Ragamuffin anywhere

She didn’t know that I had Buried that Doll of hate

I said that maybe Ragamuffin was on the School Bus

waiting for Her.

Cindy ran to the Bus and I saw Her waving at Me from the

Rear Window.

Then She held up Ragamuffin who gave Me an Evil Grin.

That Satanic Doll is now on a Bus full of Kids.

 

Now to Part Two.

I run down the middle of the Road chasing that Bus.

But it is a futile exercise.

So with no Mobile Phone I race back Home to give the

School a call.

 

But what can I say?

‘My Daughter is on the way to your School along with

plenty of other Kids’

‘Oh and on board is the Devils Rag Doll’

‘The Rag Doll from Hell’

 

The Head Mistress would think I was a Nut Case.

A real Fruit Loop.

So I put the Phone down and go to the Garage.

Maybe I can catch that Bus.

 

After about Ten Minutes I am right behind a Yellow

School Bus.

But is this the right Bus?

There are Yellow School Buses everywhere.

 

But then that little Shit Ragamuffin appears at the

Rear Window.

And gives Me an evil Smirk.

Then it bends over and gives Me the Moon.

I don’t know if You have ever seen a Rag Dolls Arse?

But it isn’t a pretty sight.

 

OK Ragamuffin so You wont to play Games

Well alright lets get it on.

The the School Bus starts to weave all over the Road.

At one stage I thought it was going to flip over.

But the Driver gets it under control.

Then it comes to a stop.

 

I race to the School Bus Door.

But it doesn’t open.

And then I can see why.

The Drivers Hands are tied to the Steering wheel with

strands of Wool.

 

But then the Door slides open and My Daughter appears.

I tell Her to come to Daddy.

But She cant because Her Feet are bound with Wool.

Then that deranged Rag Doll appears at Her Ankles.

And it yells at Me to back off.

 

I have noticed that Ragamuffin looks a bit different.

Then I realise why.

It is missing most of its Wool

I sneak a look up the Aisle.

And I can see about Thirty Five terrified Children.

All of them are tied and bound with Wool.

 

I didn’t think that one little Rag Doll could contain

so much Wool.

Then I sneak another look.

And I think that Ragamuffin has grown Taller.

And where the Wool is missing from its Chest.

I can see Armour Plating.

 

That is all I need a Rag Doll built like Robo Cop.

Then before I can do anything the Doors close.

And the Bus pulls away.

 

I race back to My Car

But by the time I can pull into Traffic.

I am confronted by Ten Yellow School Buses.

Which one do I follow?

 

I don’t know what to do.

Then I decide that the best course of action is to call

the Police.

So I dial 911 and I tell the Operator that My Daughter and Thirty

Five other Kids have been abducted by a Madman.

I don’t mention the deranged Robo Cop Rag Doll.

 

A few Minutes later about Ten Police Cars arrive at the scene.

I tell them that the Kids are on a Yellow School Bus

And that they are all tied to their Seats.

And that so far no Ransom demands have been made.

 

One of the Cops tells Me to jump in the back of His

Squad Car.

Then We are off in hot pursuit.

We come up behind a School Bus.

And Ragamuffin appears at the Back Window.

 

In the Half Hour since I last saw that Mad Hatter Rag Doll

Ragamuffin has grown a Foot taller.

IT now looks like a Rag Doll come Robo Cop come Ninja Turtle.

 

The Cop in the Front Seat mutters ‘What in the Fuck?”

So I come clean

And I tell Him all about Ragamuffin.

And how it has turned into a Feral Woollen Chucky.

 

Then the Bus pulls to the Curb.

And Ragamuffin yells out that He will talk to Me and nobody

else.

So after discussing the situation with the Police.

I am suited up in Body Armour I make My way to the Bus.

I also have a Can of Butane and a Lighter in My Pocket.

 

As soon as I reach the School Bus the Door opens

And a gruesome sight awaits Me.

The Bus Driver has been Garrotted by a strand of Wool.

His Face is a Deep Purple colour.

And He has bitten right through His Tongue.

 

Then I walk on in

And halfway down the Aisle Ragamuffin is waiting

He holds up a Hand to tell Me to stop.

And then Ragamuffin speaks ‘Your Daughter is now Mine’

‘There is no stronger bond than a Girl and Her Doll’

 

While the crazy Doll has been talking I have Inched My way

forward.

I don’t know the Range of My Homemade Flamethrower.

So I Inch even closer.

 

Then I notice My Daughter sitting Three Seats back

Her Eyes are pleading for Help

Then I remember Cindy telling Me about the Schools

Earthquake Safety Plan.

 

When a Teacher calls out ‘Drop’

All Students are to fall to the ground and crawl into a Ball

 

I have Inched even closer

Than I tell that Crazy Deranged Child Stealing Rag Doll

‘There is a stronger Bond then a Girl and Her Doll”

‘And that is the Bond between a Father and Daughter”

 

 

Then I yell out Kids ‘Drop’

And they all hit the floor at once

And for a Second that Rag Doll is distracted

And that is all I need

 

I pull the Can of Butane from My Pocket

And I light it up.

And that Rag Doll disappears in a Ball of Flames.

And it Dies without a Sound

 

All of the Kids are safe and sound

And that is all that matters.

 

Cindy has had Nightmares for about Six Months

She refused to Sleep in Her own Bed

 

And to this Day She has never owned another Doll.

 

THE END.

 

 

Rag Doll (From Hell)

24 Thursday Mar 2016

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It is My young Daughters first Day at Kindergarten.

She is Five Years old and a happy little Girl.

But I am nervous as I wait for Her at the Bus Stop.

I hope that Cindy has had a good Day.

But She can be a little shy.

 

When the Bus comes to the Stop.

Cindy runs to Me with a Smile on Her Face.

‘Daddy School was so much fun”

‘And I made a special Friend’

 

That is when I notice the Rag Doll in Her Hand

It is a Ratty little thing.

About Ten Inches tall.

Made from Grey Wool and Cotton.

 

When I ask Cindy where did the Rag Doll come from.

She just shrugs Her Shoulders and says’I found it in

the Rubbish Bin.

 

Jesus I can imagine the Germs that ugly little thing is

carrying.

When We get Home it is going straight into the Washing

Machine.

 

 

As We walk Home Cindy tells Me that the Dolls Name is

Ragamuffin.

And She is the very best Friend in the World.

 

As We go inside I tell Cindy that Ragamuffin needs a wash.

So I grab that ugly Ball of Wool.

And that Rag Doll bites Me on the Finger.

 

I jump back in surprise.

Surely it was just My imagination?

And Cindy yells ‘Daddy stop playing with Ragamuffin’

‘She is Mine not Yours’

 

That Rag is laying on the Floor

Where I threw it.

And it is looking up at Me.

I am careful as I pick it up.

I go to the Laundry and toss it into the Machine.

Hopefully as the Washer goes through its Cycles

That ugly little Rag Doll will Drown.

 

When the Machine comes to a stop

I have a look inside.

And Ragamuffin looks like a Drowned Rat.

So I carefully pick it up again

And carry it out to the Clothes Line.

After I peg that thing out to Dry.

I start to walk away when I hear a Voice ‘I am going

to get You for that Motherfucker’

 

Am I hearing Voices?

I am sure that Ragamuffin just talked to Me.

I go back inside hoping that that little lump of Wool

will Bake in the Sun.

 

But then I change My Mind.

So I go back outside to the Clothes Line.

Grab Ragamuffin then walk over to the Wizz Bin

And I drop it in.

 

I feel sad for Cindy.

She has really grown attached to that Evil Doll

But I cant have My little Girl playing with a foul

Mouthed piece of Wool and Cotton.

I know that I have done the right thing

But I still feel rotten.

 

I go back inside to tell Cindy that Ragamuffin didn’t

survive the Wash.

And that She will need to find a new Best Friend.

 

I try to look Sad as I go to Cindy’s Room.

I knock on Her Door to deliver the Bad News.

And when I walk in.

There is Cindy playing with Ragamuffin.

 

What in the fuck.

How did Ragamuffin end up in Cindy’s Room?

I ask Her is everything alright?

Of course Daddy Ragamuffin and I are just playing

with My Tea Set”

‘We are the Best of Friends and We will be together forever”

But I know that this is One Friendship that I will have to sever.

 

Ragamuffin looks at Me with a smug look on its Face.

Like it is daring Me to make a scene.

It has no Mouth so has is it communicating?

Maybe it has locked onto another foul mouthed Doll named

Chucky

God give Me strength

I should be so lucky.

 

It is getting late.

And Cindy has fallen asleep on the Lounge.

Tomorrow is another School Day.

No way can I allow that evil lump of Wool to mix with a Bunch

of School Kids.

It would be a Bloody slaughter.

So Ragamuffin will have to disappear

If I am to save My Daughter.

 

So I carry Cindy off to Bed.

And I leave Ragamuffin laying on the Lounge Room Floor.

After I have read Cindy a Bedtime Story.

I tuck Her in for the Night.

And when I return to the Lounge Room

I get an awful fright.

 

Ragamuffin has done a runner.

 

A dangerous Rag Doll is now on the loose.

I look everywhere for that Woollen Ball of menace.

But it has escaped from My household.

I shiver.

But not from the Cold.

 

I am confident that Ragamuffin is no longer in the House.

So after I check in with Cindy.

I go off to Bed.

But I still have Goosebumps.

I know that I want be getting much Sleep.

Or maybe with One Eye open.

But then I start counting Sheep.

 

I must be having a Bad Dream.

I am struggling to Breathe.

It feels like My Mouth is full of Wool.

Then I hear a whisper.

‘Die Motherfucker Die”

Then I realise that Ragamuffin is laying on My Mouth

and Nose.

I am being smothered by a Rag Doll.

I start to fight back.

And I land some heavy blows.

 

But Ragamuffin is hanging on for grim Death.

Then I get a bit of a grip.

And a piece of Wool comes loose.

 

So I pull and pull and Ragamuffin begins to unravel.

And before long a pile of Wool is laying on the Floor.

So I scoop it all up.

And I carry that Evil Wool out to My Backyard.

Then I go to the Garden Shed.

And I grab Myself a Spade.

Then I dig a hole three feet deep.

And for that ugly evil pile of Wool.

It is tailor made.

 

In the Morning Cindy rushes out of Her Bedroom.

She cant find Ragamuffin anywhere.

I tell Her that maybe Ragamuffin is hiding under Her Bed.

Or is already waiting for Her on the School Bus.

So She better hurry and get ready for School.

I don’t dare tell Her the truth.

Or Her little Heart might crush.

 

I walk Cindy to the Bus Stop.

She is still fretting over Ragamuffin.

I Kiss Her Goodbye.

And She climbs on board the Bus.

 

Then I hear a squeal.

A squeal of delight.

And as the School Bus pulls away.

I see Cindy running towards the back of the Bus.

She stands at the rear Window smiling and waving

at Me.

 

Then She holds up something.

And I cant believe My Eyes.

It is that ugly evil lump of Wool

Ragamuffin.

Giving Me a wicked grin.

 

OK Ragamuffin so You want a fight?

You might of won round one

But bring on round two.

 

Part Two coming soon.

Rag Doll ( Back from the Grave)

 

 

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